Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part twenty-three

this chapters a bit longer to make up for the last, don't forget to comment and vote loves!
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Magnolia

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"You realize I look like an idiot in this right? With the frill and everything, " I pull on the fabric, grimacing at the baby pink color. "There's no fucking way I'm wearing this..."

"I mean it is what your mom picked out," Indie shrugs, she purses her lips in order to keep from snorting like a pig. I mock her expression, mouthing her words.

"Yeah, the same person who's not even going to the damned thing." I undo the zipper half-way, letting it hang over my shoulders and grimacing deeply at the sight in the mirror.

"She is paying for it." She smirks at the reminder, biting at the tips of her nails.

"Yep-yep, just remind me of my painstaking privilege for the millionth time today Indigo, while we're at it might as well touch on the fact I'm exactly what I scowl at. Hey everyone I'm a trust fund baby!" I fake shout, raising my eyebrows at her tauntingly.

This only makes her more amused, kicking back into her seat with a un-stifled grin. "Whatever princess."

"Demented princess in this shit get up... I'm not wearing this." I deadpan, knowing I'll have to deal with the consequences later. Watching my reflection in the brightly lit mirror and puffing out my lips playfully at her.

"Just wear the sexy strappy one, you know," She winks intently, moving her whole face with it. Anything but subtle.

"Yeah and get crucified by my father, no thanks." I sigh, subduing a wry laugh.

"Why not?" She pouts and I instantly roll my eyes with frustration. Indie fixes her frumpy posture, following through with her words, "Harry might be there."

My face drops and she knows she's managed to get on my nerves. Pressing my buttons over and over.

"I don't give two fucks if Styles is gonna be there, I rather not have to see his shit-eating grin for a change." I spew fire, wincing at harshness of my own words. Indie tenses her teeth at me, grimacing at my spice.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side." She cringes.

"How about the green one? It has the perfect mix of tasteful hoe and 'I'm going to church.' You know?" She puffs her cheeks, smiling at me.

"Ah, I see, cause I wanna be both a hoe and a prude." I sneer pesteringly, closing the swayed white velvet curtain shut. Sliding out of the godforsaken dress and hanging it on the rack. Waiting in my undergarments as she goes to fetch the green dress.

"Balance is key," She drags her knuckles against the curtain, poking only her hand through grasping the silk fabric of the dress. Immediately I'm drawn to the color, light minty green. I had a bit of a cleavage window but the rest is somewhat concealed.

"Why didn't she come with us dress shopping?" Indie says from in front of the curtain, I sigh. Maybe for the obvious reasons, I don't wanna have to talk this over... Again.

"You know why," I mumble, dragging my feet into the dress. "Yeah but like... she's just gonna miss out on your life because people are dicks?" I understand where she's coming from, it just doesn't help the fact.

"It's more complicated than that... and no she shouldn't but that also doesn't change anything," With the thought, my mind wants to spiral, worry about things I just can change. So I write it off, tossing the curtain open to reveal the look to her.

"Hey mama's you look hot!" She shouts embarrassingly loud, reacting to the people around us turning their heads. I gush at the attention, cowering behind the comfort of the curtain.